Elaine. Darling, dearest, dead. He’d never quit searching for an answer. He was alive, why not her? If not for her, he would be at peace. Living a short life is better than a gruelingly long one. These were thoughts he held often, at the best of times and the worst. Between one night stands, being alone in a bed- sleeping under the stars with the six other sins. Plus Elizabeth, he supposed.

Time was said to heal, but that was irrelevant when time was too. He lacked solace, and ever since the seven deadly sins regrouped, it had hit harder. They were traveling broad open fields, on their way to the land of the giants. Diane had some sort of familial discourse, and he was entirely uninterested in it. They had stopped in a small town for the night, and the group had seperated.